Beautiful TreeA Poem by Frieda PAlberobello
Previous Version This is a previous version of Beautiful Tree. There is a special place that dreams are made of this land of architectural jewels and heritage that trips my minds flashes on full exhilaration A place of ancient mysteries and stories untold this province of pride and looming loyal legacy out of the past a history that fascinates and enthralls whimsical tales of epic proportions to behold Perhaps it was the dancing air of this wonderland prompting me to throw caution to sweet zephyrs Neolithic in age and spirit, holding secrets captive Olive groves, vineyards, stone walled fields abound symbols of magic spatter your rooftops radiant A place of belonging and wanton pulsing starvation less than three weeks yet a lifetime of memories your homeland drew me in and you were the punctuation fierce rapture with the sea as mystical background How I never wanted it to end or have a beginning breath taken wrapped in old elegance and simplicity was it you or this place that made my pulse race reality reared it's head and woke me from this dream Memories still pulse through my veins like steaming lava no regrets for this interlude of mysterious awakenings under these domes sinners rejoiced in undulated rhythm strange and picturesque destination fulfilling a dark void Trulli a visit that woke the senses and freed my soul twined together holding a place in my heart that lingers secret interludes still nestled in these vapors of fantasmagorie long ago in a place of carnal majesty a part of me still remains © 2012 Frieda PAuthor's Note
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Added on December 6, 2012Last Updated on December 7, 2012 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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